notes from a commonplace book…

¬† ¬† ¬†Started reading Gregory of Nyssa’s On the Making of Man.

‘…the wisdom of God has transposed these properties, and wrought unchangeableness in that which is ever moving, and change in that which is immovable; doing this, it may be, by a providential dispensation, so that that property of nature which constitutes its immutability and immobility might not, when viewed in any created object, cause the creature to be accounted as God; for that which may happen to move or change would cease to admit of the conception of Godhead. Hence the earth is stable without being immutable, while the heaven, on the contrary, as it has no mutability, so has not stability either, that the Divine power, by interweaving chant in the stable nature and motion with that which is not subject to change, moght, by the interchange of attributes, at once join them both closely to each other, and make them alien from the conception of Deity; for as has been said, neither of these (neither that which is unstable, not that which is mutable) can be considered to belong to the more Divine nature’ (I.4).

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checking in…

Turns out I still have a pad here. Who knew? So, it seemed meet and right that I should stop by and look around. There is a lot of dust, I have to say, and it’s cold. I’m afraid a pipe might have burst in the basement.

So, yeah, here we are. I make no promises.

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moving again…

We are leaving The Pebbled Shore, and returning to our old haunt at Endlessly Rocking: http://endlesslyrocking2.blogspot.com/. This is merely the intermediate state of the thing. There are changes coming, and I hope to reach a great many more potential readers when it’s all just right.

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My Own Secret Poem

1.

We might hope the sun will cease
to kill and make alive after some millions
of years have passed and seas have
boiled away leaving sand and stone blown
smooth, that all seen and unseen will
be remade in fires of resurrection –
if we so hope as nights grow longer,
we will find an end even now to the pain
of a mind made mad, of a heart grown old.

2.

Along the shore gulls at rest,
a small river forms as the tide recedes;
all who wish may come and drink
though the water is salty –
calcified fragments of a sand dollar
crumble in my hand, the sea
calm, a shimmering
lure in the slanting winter sun.

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It’s Just The End Of The Week

Rain wind and snow, a sore throat, a fever – it’s not the end of the world, it’s just finally *winter*. As for tomorrow, I suspect Roland Emmerich has cameras all over the world ready to capture footage of the nonapocalypse.

Y’all do realize that it would be a nonapocalypse even if the Sun exploded? Hello? Is this thing on?

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For some reason the line breaks don’t work. Sigh.

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The Iliad I.1-5, rough draft

Wrath – sing Goddess the accursed wrath
of Achilles, son of Peleus, which caused grief beyond
measure, hurled to Hades many valiant
souls of heroes, and made them spoils for dogs
and every sort of bird, as the desire
of Zeus was being brought to its fruition…

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